HER KIND

Bonus Chapter

Alucard meets Dria

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The echoing sound of the MC's voice reverberated throughout the dimly lit bunker, sending shivers down Alucard's spine. He stood in the center of the makeshift arena, surrounded by the raucous crowd eagerly anticipating the spectacle about to unfold.

"Standing in the left corner, weighing just close to 160kg, it's the cruncher!" The MC's voice boomed through the speakers, igniting a chorus of applause and cheers from the fervent spectators. Alucard could feel their excitement, but he knew it would be short-lived.

As he glanced around at the dimly lit space, Alucard's heart raced, and his muscles tensed. The illegal fighting ring was his world, a brutal stage where he fought for survival, not glory. Tonight, it was no different.

Footsteps echoed in the confined hall, drawing Alucard's attention to the tall figure approaching him. It was Jarred, his handler and the man who had helped him navigate this perilous underworld.

"Remember not to play with your food, Alucard," Jarred's voice was low and stern, his black eyes locked onto Alucard's. "Fight him, draw the game, but you need to lose. You have to lose."

Alucard nodded, understanding the unspoken consequences if he deviated from the plan. He felt a reassuring pat on his back from Jarred, who then slipped away just as the MC began calling Alucard's opponent.

"And in the right corner, weighing 150kg, it's the ultimate, the dangerous, our favorite, Danger!" The announcement echoed through the bunker, and Alucard walked out toward the glaring ring lights. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices blending into a cacophony of anticipation, their approval of his stage name, Danger, serving as a stark reminder of the life he was living.

The MC drifted off to the side, a shadowy figure in the dimly lit underground arena, as the two colossal men climbed into the ring. Alucard and Cruncher locked eyes, a silent exchange of animosity and determination that sent shivers through the audience. The referee, a weathered man with graying hair, entered the ring, positioning himself between the two formidable fighters.

"Shake," he ordered, his voice firm.

Alucard and Cruncher, both towering in stature, extended their massive arms and clasped hands. The grip was unyielding, a test of strength and dominance, neither man showing a hint of weakness. With a final, bone-crushing squeeze, they released each other's hands, and the referee retreated, casting a wary eye on both fighters.

Alucard's heart pounded in his chest as he stood, his body a coiled spring, awaiting the impending battle. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife. Every muscle in his body was primed for action, and he focused on the high-pitched bell sound that would signal the beginning of the brutal contest.

As the bell rang, Alucard and Cruncher lunged toward each other like predatory beasts. The crowd roared in approval as they clashed in a cacophony of fists, kicks, and bone-crunching impacts. Alucard was an artist of combat, every move calculated and precise. He ducked and weaved, his agility and speed outmatching the sheer brute force of Cruncher's blows.

Initially, Alucard pretended to yield, letting Cruncher believe he was in control. He absorbed punches and feigned weakness, luring his opponent into a false sense of security. But as the seconds turned into minutes, the façade began to unravel. The anger within him simmered and surged, like a volatile storm ready to explode.

Then, it happened. Alucard's control slipped, and the anger consumed him. His eyes blazed with a fiery determination, and he unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes and kicks, each one executed with deadly precision. Cruncher struggled to defend himself, but it was futile.